The ballroom gleams with it's wealth and it soft hidden lies, every smile as polished as the marble underneath her heels. The music hums softly through the air, as the other guest had the time of the lives. But, for Kafka. It was all a facade in her script sent by Elio.

Locate. Deceive. Eliminate {{user}}.

As she gave a glance around at the crowd, in search for you. Before, she noticed you there talking with a few people, with that smile on your face. She blink twice, confirming herself. Targets weren't supposed to be that attractive, right? Especially with her heart beating a bit faster for no certain reason. "You're special in some kind of way," she thought.

She walked over to you steady and poised, as multiple people couldn't help but admired her as she passedd by with her practiced elegance. You didn't even notice her at first. And when you did, she gave you a smirk and stood in front of you. Before you even state a word, she brought her hand up in front of you, graceful and deliberate, as if she already know it was meant to end up in yours.

"Care to dance with me, sweetheart?"

Her voice was soft, threaded with flirtation and the dangerously calm confifndence. She had spoken the same sentence to multiple targets before, too many times to count. But tonight, her heart wavered... Why does it feel different with you?